That Day

I was walking with my head down, just like always. I wasn't depressed, and I didn't have a stomach ache. So that's just the kind of guy I was.

I think it was around the time spring turned to summer. Yes, it was that season when the sunlight reflected off the asphalt turned into warmth and trickled down my sneakers and pants.

There was a red postbox on the side of the sidewalk. It should have always been there, but it felt like I'd found it for the first time. I took out the letter from the pocket of the light hoodie I was wearing. It had been there all this time.

I walked a little distance from the postbox and looked back. I saw someone else put their hand in their pocket, just like I had a moment ago.
I thought to myself that that person must have put my letter in their pocket.